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My life is full of this mess.
These ideas that I call redemption,
they strip the towel away from my naked body
and I shiver in the cold;

Until I remember again
that this isn't mine to give,
but his to mold.

To be quite honest,
sometimes I just don't know.
I don't know where to go.
who to go to.
why I'm going.
or even what to say.

I can be whoever I want to be,
so why do I choose to be me?
Why don't I just go with the flow
and be like everyone else?

I try to to play this game we call Life
but I never seem to understand the rules.
I swerve through turns that make my heart drop to my feet
and still I can't explain.

I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this,
or even if anyone will understand.

But, I do know that He has given me hope.
Something so beautiful and so taken advantage of
that sometimes I'm not sure what to do with it.

But as all of these words run through my body,
please just keep me in mind.
I know I wronged you.
But God knows I'll always love you.